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Don't sun bathe in your boxers
I now have sunburnt bollocks, worse experience of my life.
I now have sunburnt bollocks, worse experience of my life.
Just admit, you've been rubbing your balls with sandpaper to give them a nice shine.
At least you didn't get raped by a shark or anything...A long time ago, when I was young,my wife and I went to a "clothes optional" place on a lake in Austin TX called Hippe Hollow.
We got on the lake, and dozed off floating in big inner tubes, buck naked and laying out in the sun. We woke up about an hour and a half later, and both of us burned very sensitive parts of our bodies.
In my whole life, that was the most miserable thing I ever had to go thru. Then it started peeling.....
and a fish bit me on the ass, too.
At least you didn't get raped by a shark or anything...
That would definitely be a mild inconvenience imo...Not a lot of predators in a lake. Which is why I do not do oceans.
Sunburnt balls are nothing - I remember when I was a kid when I was surfing one day, duckdiving under a wave and having a bluebottle (portugese man of war - for you non aussies) washed down my boardshorts. Now that was one of the most painful experiences of my life
Sunburnt balls are nothing - I remember when I was a kid when I was surfing one day, duckdiving under a wave and having a bluebottle (portugese man of war - for you non aussies) washed down my boardshorts. Now that was one of the most painful experiences of my life
While swimming in the surf in Mexico, I had a man-of-war come in on a wave and flop over my left shoulder. Instinctively I reached up with my right hand and grabbed it to throw it off. HUGE mistake. Pieces of it's tentacles were ripped off and stuck between my fingers. The pain was white-hot, and lasted for hours. At first, I thought I was going to die. Everyone around me wanted to pee on me. They said it would help the pain go away.
Can you imagine, laying on a beach in Mexico, writhing in agony and surrounded by a crowd of well-intentioned strangers offering to pee on you? Men kept pointing at their crotches, then pointing at my arm. Crotch, arm. Crotch, arm. Smiling and nodding, "Yes, yes. We pee on you. Yes?" Some fat old woman with a wrinkled belly hanging over her bikini was looking at me, looking hopeful, and wanting to be helpful. Her black spirally pubic hairs were hanging out of her pink bikini crotch, like someone had stuffed a dead rat in there. She had bright red spots all over the area, where the dull razor had cut the heads off of some pimples. The man next to her kept point at her crotch, smiling at me, and nodding. I think it was her son.
I've never gone to Mexico, nor have I set foot in the ocean, ever since.
Some fat old woman with a wrinkled belly hanging over her bikini was looking down at me, looking hopeful, and wanting to be helpful. Her black spirally pubic hairs were hanging out of her pink bikini crotch, like someone had stuffed a dead rat in there. She had bright red spots all over the area, where the dull razor had cut the heads off of some pimples.